I don’t think my dad really knew what to do with me, as a daughter. He treated me like a boy; my brother and I were treated the same. He didn’t do kid stuff. There were no kid’s menus; you weren’t allowed to order off the kid’s menu at dinner - we had to try something from the adult menu.
“I’m lucky I was raised to believe that my opinion at the dinner table was valuable. My mum and I spoke as loudly as my brothers. She was a working single mother for a while. She set me an example that was more important than being there 100% of the time. She was a woman who valued herself. Seeing her having purpose and feeling good made me happy as a child.”